1 year ago for day 114, 2019 with 1020 words.

The Missing Unicorn - Part 9

Part 8

"Isobel dear, drink your tea."

"I don't like it. It's not sweet enough." Isobel was staring at the hot cup of tea in disgust. She was tired and angry, and her mother wasn't helpful at all.

"Camilla, please, let's all just go back to bed!" Isobel's father Ray was pacing around the kitchen table in his striped jammies, with his greying hair disheveled and his crooked glasses with their rusty thin frames almost falling off.

"In a moment, Dear" replied Camilla. "First I want to address this unicorn nonsense."

"But I'm telling you, it's not a horse! His name is Crustophe and... he seemed to know you. Why did he know you Mom?"

"Once again, Isobel. Your imagination is fantastic! I love you dearly, you know that!" She got up from her chair and walked over to Isobel. She squeezed her daughter tightly in her securing arms.

"Ow!" Isobel fought to free herself. Camilla let go and looked at the little girl with worry. "I want to know what's going on!" cried Isobel. "I'm not going to bed until you tell me!"

"Fine, Isobel, there was a magical unicorn in our backyard, and now he's gone. Is that better?"

"Where did he go? And why did he know you?" Isobel wasn't going to give up that easily.

Flynn was hiding in her ear, and he couldn't take it any more. He started whispering: "Isobel, just leave it."

"I'm not going to leave it!" Isobel stood up.

"Isobel!" her father snapped, "don't talk to your mother like that!"

"It's fine, Ray." Camilla dismissed him, and motioned Isobel back into her chair. "Isobel, please drink your tea. At least a sip, please. It will make you feel better."

"Go on, drink it. Relax. " whispered Flynn in her ear. This made Isobel uneasy. Flynn never agreed with her mother. Never. This had to be a first. Of course, no one else knew about Flynn except Isobel, but that didn't stop Isobel from telling Flynn everything about everyone. This was how they became close, back when Flynn appeared into her bedroom that day.

"Ok, mom. Why did the uni-, I mean the horse, go away then?" Isobel asked bluntly. "You saw him in the window, and by the time you got downstairs, he was gone. Why?"

"I did see it, yes." Camilla retorted.

"Him". Isobel gave her mother a piercing look. She still didn't believe her.

"Fine, him. He, Isobel, is an animal. And animals get scared, and leave."

"Please!" whispered Flynn.

"Really?" cried Isobel, clawing at her ear.

"Please drink your tea." said Camilla sternly.

"I want to go to bed now." said Isobel, deciding that her mother wouldn't tell her anything more.

"Great, let's all go back to bed!" jumped her father, who almost dozed off in the meantime.

"Ok, dear. We'll talk about it in the morning!"

Isobel stood up and made for the bedroom. Her mother shouted after her: "And no going outside 'til morning Isobel!"

Once Isobel reached her room and closed the door, Flynn re-materialized.

"So, that was a doozy, eh?"

"Really? That's all you have to say?" Isobel was furious but tired, so she threw herself onto her bed, jacket and slippers still on.

Flynn flew over by the window. Crustophe was still in the yard, trying to look inconspicuous. The invisibility spell was wearing off, however, and Flynn pointed his wand at the unicorn and tried to refresh it.

"What are you doing?" Isobel wasn't asleep yet.

"Darn!" Flynn muttered under his breath. There was no tricking Isobel. He slid over to Isobel and tried: "Won't you sleep now?"

"I am going to kick you out!" cried Isobel.

"Good! Actually, yes, could you open the window?" said Flynn.

"What?" gawked Isobel.

"I need to send Crustophe back."

"He's still here?" Isobel jumped out of her bed and made for the window.

"Yees! I just made him invisible." Flynn muttered.

"Why bother? My mom already saw him!" Isobel peered out into the darkness but couldn't make out anything.

"I don't know, I... panicked."

"There's still glitter on the lawn. See? The moon makes it shiny." Isobel pointed outwards.

Flynn tried to look out the window. Since he was a Fey, he could see through his illusion, and saw Crustophe's aura glowing brighter. He looked at Isobel, but he was a split second too late. Her stretched out hand came at him with speed, and slapped him face first into the window pane.

"Oooow! My poor... nose. You!"

Fey don't really feel a lot of pain. They get dizzy, their wings hurt a little and they stop moving. As a result, Flynn drifted slowly on the windowsill. He couldn't see anything for a couple of seconds, and then he started to make out something right in front of him. That something was talking.

"You did something really really stupid tonight."

That something turned out to be Isobel, who was towering menacingly above him.

"I just don't know what. " continued Isobel, "I don't know what you know, I don't know what's going on in the Never-Never or what you call that place that you came from."

"Isobel... if you do that again..." Flynn mumbled about.

"I don't know who Crustophe is, and I don't know why he came here, and I sure don't understand what my mom has to do with anything. But I do know one thing you little splotched bumblebee."

"Oh?" cried Flynn, who was starting to get some feeling back into his wings.

"You're going to take me to the other side."


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